Entering the living room, Chu Lingzhi was once again stunned by the opulent decor—such extravagance! Huoluan led Chu Lingzhi up to the second floor, directly to Nangong Yehen’s bedroom. “Master, Miss Chu is here.” Huoluan knocked gently on the door. “Let her in.” A deep, resonant voice came through the wooden door. Chu Lingzhi’s heart skipped a beat—why did that voice sound so familiar? “Miss Chu, please go in.” Huoluan opened the door and gestured for her to enter. Carrying her medical kit, Chu Lingzhi stepped inside quietly. The bedroom was exceptionally spacious. The decor was understated and elegant, unlike the lavish living room. A landscape oil painting hung above the headboard, adding a touch of artistic flair to the room. The sea-blue curtains were drawn, blocking out the midday sun. On the wide double bed lay a tall, young man. Chu Lingzhi paused briefly—he wasn’t old at all; she had imagined him to be much older. He wore sunglasses and lounged there with a lazy demeanor, yet even so, the entire room was filled with an oppressive, authoritative aura. Why were the curtains drawn and sunglasses on? Wasn’t he afraid of tripping? Stepping forward, Chu Lingzhi placed her medical kit on the bedside table and looked at the man’s face. “Your bodyguard said…” Her voice trailed off abruptly as she stared at him in shock, blurting out, “You pervert!” Hearing this, Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow beneath his sunglasses. Pervert? He disliked that title immensely—it didn’t suit his noble status. Chu Lingzhi glanced at the door. Could she escape now? “Surprised to see me?” Nangong Yehen sat up against the headboard, looking at Chu Lingzhi with a faint, amused smile. “…How could I not be?” “Do you know who I am now?” “I do now.” If she had known who he was earlier, she wouldn’t have hit him. He was the city lord of both T City and P City. The Martial Kingdom had three major cities, and he ruled over two of them—just thinking about it made it clear how powerful he was. Yet she, oblivious to her place, had injured the city lord. In ancient times, that would be like wounding the emperor. But… it wasn’t really her fault. In that situation, who wouldn’t defend themselves? Nangong Yehen smirked at her. “You’re the first woman to ever injure me. So, tell me, how should I deal with you?” “I was defending myself!” Chu Lingzhi argued. “I didn’t do anything to you.” “You almost…” The word “assault” died on her lips in this situation. “Almost what?” Nangong Yehen seemed intrigued. “Anyway, in that situation, any woman would think you were trying to… harm her.” “But no woman has ever refused me in such a situation.” “I’m not the kind of woman you imagine.” She wasn’t a lovesick fool who lost her composure at the sight of a handsome man, forgetting what she was doing. “What kind of woman are you?” Nangong Yehen asked. “I… I already have a child.” She thought that a man of his status, power, and good looks wouldn’t be interested in a woman with a child. “You have a child?” Nangong Yehen chuckled, surprised by her frankness. How many women would hide their identities, claiming to be some noble’s daughter, just to get close to him and into his bed? How many would be as honest as she was, admitting she had a son? This woman had quality—she was worthy of being the mother of his child.